Chapter 193 Attempt to Stop

If one plan fails, come up with another one.

"No, the leaders and disciples of all sects are standing here with their eyes wide open. Do you think the reason you came up with is tenable?"

"Nothing happened in the space, but you called people out for no reason. Are you afraid that others don't know that our Tiandao League is narrow-minded and can't afford to lose?"

Another person immediately retorted mercilessly, his tone full of anger and accusations, his face full of disdain and dissatisfaction with this proposal.

Then how can they maintain their dignity and respect as the first major sect in the future? If they really do such a ridiculous thing, their status in the hearts of the people will inevitably plummet.

Moreover, the reason why all sects are willing to give them face is mostly because of these three mysterious and precious stone tablets.

If they dare to force all the people out of the stone tablet space at this critical juncture, the consequences will be unimaginable.

At this time next year, I'm afraid that this place will be deserted and no one will be willing to come again.

After all, who would trust such a sect that does not follow rules and acts recklessly, and who would be willing to cooperate and interact with it?

"Are we just going to watch this kid successfully accept the inheritance?"

After all, I can't swallow this bad breath anyway.

The people of the Tiandao League are currently communicating privately, so others naturally can't hear what they are communicating.

However, just looking at their gloomy faces, you can know that this group of people must be extremely uncomfortable at the moment.

However, when the people of the Tiandao League were full of resentment and depression, the disciples of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion were in a very happy mood.

"Brother Shen Lang is really great! He successfully took down the first stone tablet so quickly! Work harder and strive to conquer three stone tablets a day!"

They shouted excitedly, their faces were filled with pride and joy, and their eyes were full of admiration and expectation for Shen Lang.

The disciples of other sects were envious and regretful, saying with deep regret:

"If only my senior brother had followed Shen Lang at that time, this stone tablet would seem quite simple. Shen Lang could comprehend it so quickly, and my senior brother's talent is not weak either, so he must not be much worse."

As they spoke, they shook their heads and sighed, their faces full of disappointment and regret.

Xu Tianqi was immediately unhappy when he heard this, and his brows knitted tightly, with a look of dissatisfaction.

In his opinion, this seemed to imply that Shen Lang's ability to conquer the stone tablet was entirely due to luck, which was simply a devaluation of Shen Lang's strength.

Shen Lang was obviously no worse than others!

He immediately turned his head and refuted the other party bluntly: "That's not necessarily true!"

His voice rose a few degrees, his eyes showed firmness and protection, and his face flushed slightly because of excitement.

Outside, there was a noisy and noisy scene, with various voices intertwined, chaotic and arguing.

In the space of the stone tablet, Shen Lang was now enduring the surging knowledge infusion like a tsunami.

The vast amount of knowledge seemed to force thousands of hectares of river water into a small bottle, almost bursting Shen Lang's head.

Shen Lang felt his head buzzing and unbearable pain, as if countless steel needles were constantly stabbing.

He endured the extreme pain and called the stone tablet with difficulty: "Senior, are you there?"

His voice trembled, with endless pain and eagerness.

"Boy, my time is running out, I'm afraid I can't wait until the next gate opens. If you can't even bear this little pain, I will send you out now."

A slightly anxious voice sounded in Shen Lang's mind.

Shen Lang certainly would not easily give up this great opportunity that was about to be in his hand and push the "fat meat" out.

Without hesitation, he immediately closed his eyes, concentrated his mind, calmed his mind, and frantically digested and absorbed the knowledge that poured into his mind.

All the inheritance of the alchemy path was poured into Shen Lang's mind by the spirit of the stele without reservation.

Shen Lang felt as if his mind was stuffed with countless information, which made him overwhelmed, but he still gritted his teeth and dealt with it with all his strength.

It not only contained extremely precious eighth-grade single prescriptions, but also amazing ninth-grade single prescriptions, and even exquisite techniques for cultivating mental power and soul power.

At this moment, Shen Lang suddenly realized why he could pass the test of the stele.

To refine pills, one relies on spiritual fire and the other relies on mental power.

And Shen Lang just tried his best in that extremely difficult situation, relying entirely on his firm will and extremely powerful soul power, and completely turned the vast desert under his feet into a vast ocean.

This is enough to prove Shen Lang's extraordinary talent and remarkable superiority in mental power and soul power.

His perseverance and ability were fully demonstrated in the face of such a huge challenge, which made people have to look at and admire him.

I don't know how much time has passed, it seems endless.

At this moment, the scale on the stone tablet suddenly became dim.

Shen Lang also shook his body, his dizzy head seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and he slowly stood up.

Shen Lang turned around, facing the stone tablet, with an extremely respectful expression, and bowed deeply.

"Thank you for your generous gift, senior, I am really grateful!"

"Okay, don't talk nonsense here. It seems that the people who came in this year are quite talented. While there is still some time, I have to find a few more successors."

The voice of the monument was slightly urgent.

After the stele said these words, the entire stele suddenly disappeared, disappearing extremely completely, as if it had never appeared before.

However, a sentence was left behind, slowly floating in the air.

"Boy, there is not much time left for you. If the human race cannot re-establish the ladder to heaven, this world may not be able to sustain it for too long."

The voice seemed to be filled with deep worry and urgency, echoing in the air for a long time.

Shen Lang's expression suddenly changed, and he was filled with doubts. What does this mean? Is this world really about to face a crisis of collapse?

Or is it that the human race may encounter a huge disaster?

Could it be that the seniors who successfully ascended thousands of years ago predicted something terrible?

That’s why he carefully carved what he had learned throughout his life into stone tablets and passed it on to future generations without reservation or hesitation. He fully expected that the human race would produce a few more amazing geniuses to cope with the possible coming unknown crisis.